When the morning comes around, he thinks about his inclinations

When his relations come to town, he thinks about his obligations

He writes a list of things to do, and jobs that he can start dismissing

He’s a man of great assertion in avoidance and diversion

And all he wants to do is go fishing.

 

He used to want to change the world, and had a fire that raged inside him

Now the only thing he’d change is the time of day the fish are rising

You could say he’s a languid soul, or you could call it recognition

But be under no illusion, the conclusion that he’s choosing

Is all he wants to do is go fishing.

 

Go fishing everyday, casting out your trouble watch it float away

Put off ’til tomorrow what you do today

All he wants to do is go fishing

 

Well there’s a social scale to climb, and people that it might apply to

But the one thing on his mind are the fish that he might cast a fly to

No one else can fathom the ambition that is not within him

Just a deep affiliation with complete dissociation

And all he wants to do is go fishing.

 

Go fishing everyday, casting out your trouble watch it float away

Put off ’til tomorrow what you do today

All he wants to do is go fishing.

 

Sunday morning lying in bed, avoiding feminine entrapment

Thoughts are swimming in his head as how to untangle this attachment

She whispers ‘are you in the mood?’ and asks him for some love and kissing

So flustered and unsettled, he reaches for his tackle

‘Cause all he wants to do is go fishing.

 

Go fishing everyday, casting out your trouble watch it float away

Put off ’til tomorrow what you do today

All he wants to do is go fishing!

All he wants to do is go fishing!